The cave is actually myself

Chapter 229
Outside Luomeng Mountain.

A tall middle-aged monk stood with two swords on his back, standing outside the mountains, looking at the thick black mist not far ahead, and stopped moving forward.

The tall, middle-aged monk is in the late stages of foundation building. He came this time for the relatively powerful golden sword-raising gourd recently spread in Luomeng Mountain.

"This fellow Taoist, did you come here alone to find a chance?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind him, and two late-stage foundation-building monks slowly walked out.

One person has a handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing, while the other person has an ordinary face and his eyes keep moving, revealing a different kind of cunning.

"Not bad." The tall, middle-aged monk replied coldly, with the two swords quietly exposed behind his back.

In the wilderness, the monks who came to talk to him often had a purpose and were usually malicious, so he couldn't help but be cautious.

"Fellow Taoist, you don't need to be so vigilant. My goal is to find the treasures in Luomeng Mountain, and the same is true for fellow Taoist."

"It's just that Luomeng Mountain is full of dangers. It's hard for casual cultivators like me to get a share of the pie, and we may not even have the chance to see it."

“Only by working together can we hope to gain a chance.”

"I met this fellow Taoist Wang not long ago, and he came here for the treasures in Luomeng Mountain. If you don't believe me, you can make an oath related to the inner demons."

Brother Junlang introduced to the tall middle-aged monk.

The ordinary-looking monk crossed his hands and said hello.

The tall middle-aged monk returned the favor.

He thought about it carefully and admitted that what Brother Toshiro said made sense. Luomeng Mountain was famous for its many strange and powerful monsters. With his cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, it would not be enough to enter alone, but he He was a casual cultivator, and his few close friends were not nearby now, and he couldn't bear the temptation of the treasure, so he finally decided to come over and have a look.

"Okay, I believe you for now, but you'd better not make any crooked ideas, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."

The tall, middle-aged monk finally decided to join, and the three of them officially became a team.

As the temporary captain, Brother Toshiro led ordinary-looking monks and tall middle-aged monks to the location where there were rumors of treasures such as the Earth Fire Heart Lotus and the Golden Sword Gourd.

Half a day later, the three of them arrived in front of a towering huge mountain.

Brother Toshiro compared it with the information he had obtained and speculated that there might be a fourth-grade alien sword-raising gourd on it.

The three of them used their own methods to walk in the thick black mist, resisting the devouring invasion of strange insects in the black mist.

"I don't know if the two fellow Taoists have noticed that the strange black mist on this mountain peak is very different from when we first came in."

"Oh? Where is the specific manifestation?" Brother Toshiro asked curiously, and the ordinary monks on the side also turned their heads slightly, showing curiosity.

"I have a keen sense of inspiration, so I can clearly feel the huge changes in the black mist."

"Compared to when we came in, the black mist in the mountain peaks is obviously much thinner. At the same time, according to the change in concentration of the black mist after we came in, it seems to have independent consciousness."

"Isn't this black mist controlled by someone?"

The tall middle-aged monk said calmly and made a judgment.

As soon as the words fell, the corpse-eating black worms in the black mist suddenly condensed together rapidly, attacking the three of them in all directions, and the pressure on the three of them suddenly increased.

The tall middle-aged monk took out a pure white mirror. Runes flashed on the mirror. An extremely cold aura centered on him and spread to all directions. Countless black zombies were frozen in an instant and fell to the ground like hail.

The thick black fog suddenly cleared up a lot.

The ordinary-looking monk took out a large number of fire talismans, and a wave of fire swept across the surrounding sky. Countless strange insects were burned to charcoal, and the black corpse-gnawing insects that closed in burned out a large void.

Brother Toshiro followed closely behind, raised his left hand, and countless flying needles as thin as cow hair shot out, directly piercing the corpse-gnawing black insect.

The surrounding area suddenly became much clearer, leaving only the corpses of black gnats all over the ground.

"I admire these two fellow Taoists for their clever methods."

With a thought in Brother Toshiro's mind, countless flying needles swam back into his sleeves like fish.

"Where is it, I just borrow the power of the talisman, unlike the two fellow Taoists, they are all real abilities."

The ordinary-looking monk kept waving his hands, indicating that he was only taking credit for the talisman.

"Fellow Daoist Wang is so humble."

The tall middle-aged monk said lightly, not paying attention to what the two said. He only wanted to enter the mountain peak faster and find the golden sword-raising gourd he dreamed of.

The three of them kept a relatively safe distance and could quickly rejoin each other, and moved forward together.

Not long after entering the foot of the mountain, seven or eight gray-green strange objects appeared in front of the three of them.

The gray-green monsters are like humanoids, with no facial features on their faces. They are all fearless of death. Even if they are missing arms and legs, they are not affected at all. They still rush forward to the monks who enter the mountain.

The three of them used all their means to wipe out the gray and green monster, leaving only a few half bodies lying on the ground.

"This monster is quite difficult to deal with."

Brother Toshiro took out his flying sword from the last gray-green monster and sighed.

"Thanks to the two Taoist brothers. If I had encountered these strange things alone, I would probably die and my soul would disappear on the mountain peak."

The ordinary-looking monk said slightly horrified, with a trace of fear on his face.

"These puppets are quite special. I don't know what materials they are made of. They feel no pain at all, but at the same time they retain the strength and sensitivity of their original bodies. Some of them can even cast spells."

"It's just that the damage is a little smaller. Unless there are a very large number of puppets attacking together, it will be difficult to deal with those late-stage foundation-building or even pill-forming monks."

The tall middle-aged monk looked at the mutilated body on the ground and sighed.

"If the refining difficulty is average, I don't know what effect self-destruction will have."

As soon as he finished speaking, a mutilated gray-green body suddenly exploded, and countless pieces of flesh and blood shot out, hitting the protective aura of the three people.

The protective aura broke through instantly. Fortunately, he had a self-defense magic weapon and talisman, so he escaped with only a few flesh wounds.

The three of them hurriedly cut their wounds, breaking the mutilated bodies into countless pieces, and then left with peace of mind.

They climbed towards the top of the mountain at an extremely fast speed. The closer they got to the top of the mountain, the more nervous and expectant the three of them felt.

After those gray-green monsters, there were no strange monsters along the way, and the process of going up the mountain was extremely smooth.

"There are black mist and gray-green puppets at the foot of the mountain, but the mountain is so quiet, it shouldn't be hidden..."

"Shut up!" Before the tall, middle-aged monk could finish speaking, the handsome monk shouted.

The ordinary monk next to him sighed silently. He was about to follow the tall middle-aged monk's words and summon the Lihuo Jiao sitting on this mountain peak to solidify his crow's mouth persona.

Before he finished speaking, he could only wait for the next opportunity.

Lihuo Jiao had just half-expanded his body from the cave entrance, and after receiving Lu Yuan's spiritual thoughts, he retracted into the cave.

The ordinary-looking monk Wang followed the two of them step by step. In his chest, a small white paper man shuttled between the ribs. In the middle, a scarlet eyeball was fixedly looking at the many screens that appeared above the chest.

(End of this chapter)